TWO | KYRIE
“Kyrie! Are you listening?” Quasia snapped her fingers in my face trying to get my attention.
My eyes were focused on Quasia’s big ass head, but my mind was stuck on the memory of Blaine from last night in the club.
I woke up this morning with only thoughts of her on my mind and that shit was fucking with me cause I was a fuck ‘em and duck ‘em kind of nigga. She made me this way, it was her fault. If she wouldn’t have broken my heart, then maybe my life would be different.
“Nah, I ain’t hear shit.” I shrugged.
“You stood me up last night.” She replied.
I had no intention on responding to her.
Lately, fucking with Quasia had become more trouble than her good pussy ass was worth.
Pretty chocolate kissed skin, double D sized breasts, big ghetto booty, with a pretty face and curly short hair caught my attention early on making me throw caution to the wind and dick her down.
Shit started off cool, but she was on some King and Queen type shit that she’d created in her mind.
“I said I might check you out, my words ain’t set in stone.” I spat.
“Okay, so who did you spend yo birthday with?” she asked propping her hand on her hips.
“Aye, you done cooking my shit or what?” I asked changing the subject.
“I don’t know, why you ain’t answer my phone calls last night? Which hoe was you laid up with last night?” she asked popping her lips.
“Quasia, how many times I gotta keep telling yo ass we ain’t rocking like that?” I asked her as I looked over her curvaceous body.
“Kyrie, we too grown to be on some random, we just fucking shit. I’m saying you out here slanging dick like it’s going out of style when you know how I feel about you.” She told me.
“Nah, I don’t know how you feel, and I don’t wanna know either.” I replied.
Why bitches always wanna be on some “just fuckin’’ shit until they get the dick then suddenly, they in they feelings and shit?
“Oh, you only want to know how I feel with you balls deep, right?” she asked with a confused look.
“Damn straight.” I told her with a straight face. “I ain’t trying to do this shit man. I came over here to pick up my shit.” I said pulling at my beard.
“That’s it, right? Just do whatever you want and fuck how I feel about what we doing?” she asked.
“Bruh, you can say the shit anyway you want to my answer gon always be the same. We fuck when we fuck and that’s it. You cook up my shit and I pay you, where is the confusion in that?”
“It ain’t no confusion. We good.” She replied before walking off to the back.
I sat down on the leather furniture and pulled my phone out my pocket to answer my Jamar’s phone call.
“I’m coming bruh, I’m at Quasia crib right now.” I spoke as soon as I answered.
“I’m late too, I gotta handle something, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He replied.
“Fuck you gotta handle?” I frowned.
“Get off my dick.” He laughed. “I’ll meet up with you soon.” Jamar said before he hung up in my face.
Quasia tossed a duffle bag at my feet and disappeared to the back. I exhaled loudly but grabbed the bag and looked over the contents in the bag before putting it on my shoulder and walking out the house.
***
“We almost out.” Max said over the phone as I passed the infamous Cascades skating rink on my way to the trap.
“I just got off the highway, give me ten minutes. Jamar there yet?” I questioned. “Nah.” He replied.
“Aight.” I replied before hanging up the phone.
After dropping the work off with Max with still no sign of Jamar, I headed to apartment he sometimes shared with his baby mama to see if he was there. The minute I pulled into the driveway his crazy ass baby mama hopped outside indicating he wasn’t home.
“Where Jamar? I been calling him almost an hour and he ain’t answering the fucking phone.” She told me with worry written all over her face.
“What you need?” I asked her.
“Jamar to answer the phone mane.” She blew out a breath with her phone in her hand.
“You need something or not?” I asked focusing on the small baby bump that extended from her small frame.
“Yeah, I’m hungry and ain’t shit pulled out to cook. I want some Krystal’s.” she told me rubbing her stomach.
I shook my head listening to this bird tell me what she wanted to eat from Krystal’s.
And this is why I wasn’t ever settling down with any of these hoes.
Ain’t nothing wrong with fast food every now and then, but damn to eat that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner cause she was too lazy to cook was crazy to me.
My brother kept the bills paid, bought all the furniture, kept the fridge full of shit all for her to sit on her ass calling him all day demanding shit to feed her face.
He was better than me cause if it was me, she would have a project apartment and I’d be on child support, but I’d take it cause all that shit would be better than putting up with this dumb shit.
As I headed back to Jamar’s house with Ebony’s food order, he called me back.
“Good lucking for taking Eb her food.” Jamar started when my Bluetooth answered.
“I don’t know how you do this shit with her. Why you let that hoe eat out all day long?” I frowned.
“Man, I tried making her cook, shit I tried cooking and then putting the shit in bowls and shit for her, but she just let the shit go bad.” He told me.
“That shit ain’t healthy. What the doctor say?” I asked.
“That I ain’t got but twenty-four weeks until my baby is born.” He told me. I stole one of her fries and laughed.
“Aight, did you already get the bank deposits from Shape ups?” I asked about the chain of Barbershops we co-owned.
“Yeah, I’m about to pull into the bank now. Ima meet you at yo crib after this, but I never meant to ask you about ol’ girl from last night. She looked just?—”
“Nah, that was her, that’s Blaine.” I cut him off.
“Damn, she was fronting like she ain’t know you, that’s fucked up.” He replied. “I know, Ima talk to you about it when I get to the crib.”
“Aight.” He said.
I pulled up to my brother’s apartment expecting Ebony’s simple ass to come running to get her food, but she didn’t. I put my truck in park and headed into the door with her food and drink in hands.
“Aye! Come get this shit!” I called out as I walked in the apartment.
When she didn’t respond I headed to the kitchen and put her food down on the counter before going through the rest of the house to find her.
“Aye Eb?” I called out again while I ascended the stairs to their bedroom.
I heard an old Jagged Edge song playing lowly as I walked closer to the cracked bedroom door. I knocked on the door twice and waited for her to tell me to come in.
“Come in.” she called out a second later.
“Hey, I bought your food, it’s downstairs.” I told her seeing her standing in front of the mirror.
My eyes traveled over the robe that hung over her shoulders barely covering her breasts but showing her stomach and the gray boy shorts she wore. My eyes instantly darted to the floor before I turned around to leave.
“Can you bring me my food?” she asked softly.
“Fuck no! You standing here in yo damn draws and you knew I was coming back here to bring yo shit, but yo ass standing here half naked and shit, fuck wrong with you?” I frowned.
“I’m lonely.” She whined. “Jamar is never here.”
She took the few steps to cross the room and stood in front of me allowing the robe to slip from her shoulders to her forearms allowing me to see her full breasts.
I don’t know what the fuck was up with these bitches coming at me sideways like they ain’t know I was with the shits, but this shit was getting old.
“And I don’t give a fuck. You thought I was gon’ come up here, see yo pregnant naked ass and fuck you? What the fuck kind of game is you playing?”
“Nigga please! I know yo hoe ass want to fuck this!” She snatched the thin material of the robe to cover herself.
“Shit, I don’t see how my brother fucked that.” I mugged her as I looked her up and down.
“Whatever, he ain’t even yo blood.” She brushed past me and down the stairs.
I followed her down the stairs and made it to the front door before she spoke, “I guess you gon’ go running to Jamar, huh?”
“Damn right, but my brother don’t need me to tell him you ain’t shit, you show him that shit every day.” I smirked.
***
“What up?”
“Sup nigga?” Jamar spoke with a mouth full of food.
In front of him on the table was a bag from Popeye’s and the box of the delicious smelling chicken he was demolishing.
“You and yo hoe ass girlfriend just alike.” I pointed out as I sat down in the chair across from him.
He gave me the middle finger while he focused his attention back to the sixty-five- inch T.V.
that was mounted to the wall over the fireplace.
Beside the bricked in fireplace were built in bookshelves filled with memories dedicated to Jamar’s childhood.
This was the home he grew up in, the house his father willed him when he died a year ago.
Every time I stepped foot inside this house I felt like shit.
I met Jamar and his family six years ago when they accepted me while I was in foster care.
I was way more trouble than the few hundred dollars the state of Georgia was offering, but Ma Jeanette ain’t a give a fuck about no money.
She welcomed me with open arms and treated me like a son.
Pops, her husband and Jamar easily became family soon after that.
Nobody in my life had my back up until I stepped foot in this house.
“On some real shit though, Eb was trying to throw that rotten pussy on a nigga.” I told him grabbing at the bag on the coffee table.
He snatched the bag back towards him, “Nah, nigga me and my hoe eat out too much. Get yo ass up and cook.”
“Fuck you! You just mad yo bitch want a real nigga.” I laughed.
He let the bag go with a frown, “fuck you and that bitch.”
“Damn, such harsh words. What’s up with y’all?” I asked pulling the box of food out.
“Man, I’m sick of her. She used to want to be something you know? I mean other than my wife, she had her own dreams and goals outside of me. he had a life, then all of a sudden, she ain’t have shit, but me.” He shook his head.
“I remember that shit. I guess it make sense cause her cousin the same way. Talking bout, she got feelings and shit.” I told him.
“Ebony put herself in the situation she in, but you,” he pointed a greasy finger at me, “you, put you and Quasia in the shit y’all in.” he told me pointing his greasy finger at me.
“How?”
“I told yo ass not to shit where you eat, but nah, you just had to get yo dick sucked that day.” Jamar reminded me.
“Man, I ain’t trying to hear that shit cause we talked about it before anything ever happened. I told her all I was good fo’ was fucking, that’s it. She said she was cool with that. How is it my fault she keep her feelings in her pussy?” I frowned.
“Nah, nigga you know better. You know these bitches want relationships it ain’t no bitch out here that just want the dick without the nigga attached to it.” He schooled me.
“Mane, shit crazy.” I shook my head.
“Where you end up last night?” he asked changing the subject.
“Bruh, after I fucked Blaine in the club?—”
“You lying!” he cut me off.
“Fuck I gotta lie on my dick for?” I scoffed.
“I’m trying to fuck with Sam girl, her sister that was standing there.” Jamar told me.
“Her sister?” I grinned. “Fuck Sam gone do with a bitch fine like that?” “Same shit I said. But what’s up with you and Blaine?” he asked.
“Ion know, but she was down yo. She spilled her drink on my shirt and after I cussed her ass out, we ended up fucking in the closet. Man, that shit was wild.” I grinned letting the memories from last night race through my mind.
“So, you spent the night with shorty?”
“Nah, I guess she was too embarrassed or whatever, but she trying to act like she don’t know a nigga.” I shrugged.
“Damn, you know bitches will pretend like they ain’t fucked when the dick trash.” He said with a straight face.
“Nigga fuck you! You just hating, cause Sam girl ain’t trying to fuck with you.” I joked.
“Man, you ain’t lying yo. She so bad yo. And she funny?—”
“See that’s yo damn problem, stop trying to get to know these bitches, that’s how yo ass got caught up with Ebony fraud ass.” I frowned.
“Man, Eb was on a money chase, I see that shit now, but not this girl man. She ain’t all about trying to see what I’m doing; she got her own shit going on. Shorty for real.” He disagreed.
“I could have just been drunk off my ass, but it looked like shawty had a girlfriend.” I pointed out.
“You know Sam don’t know what to do with that. Plus, I been flirting with her—” “You gon take yo cousin girl, bruh? That’s cold.” I laughed.
“Whatever man.” He shrugged going back to eating his food.
“And what about Eb?” I asked him.
“Fuck you wanna know for? You want her?” he asked raising an eyebrow.
“Hell nah, I wouldn’t fuck that nappy head hoe wit yo dick.”
“Aight, then. Let me handle my business and you worry about Quasia crazy ass.” he replied.
“Aye, I ain’t the one with a baby on the way.” I reminded him.